He stood behind me
arms wrapped tightly around my torso
our bodies bent in unison
a mosaic of limbs and sweat
his hands left bruises on my thighs
soft lines leading to dark circles
where his fingers dug in
as he pulled my body towards his
gripping tightest as he came
his body tense, then limp
I let myself fall away from him naturally
dressed quickly
before his breath could slow
his milk still dripping down my thighs
his face scrunched up in a frown
with tense hands but calm demeanor
he asks “why do you always leave me?”
I don’t know how to answer.
I never know how to answer.
we both know very well
I was never really there